o, what a good girl am i
hey! did anyone catch that i have the same birthday as heather (aka dooce)? my birthday went off somewhat more smoothly than hers: no vomit on my part, although, while ben was down here with me for intersession, i nearly slipped and fell in someone else’s vomit. you can’t get much lower than that.
the other RAs were sweet to me. one bought me chai. another made me a card. another covered my pizza during our late-night celebratory watching of eddie izzard’s more-manic-than-usual new movie sexie. and they threw me a “surprise” party that i totally saw coming. i didn’t expect the halo they made me though. the halo is pretty cool.
best of all, my hall from last session (“madonna”) made me a birthday package and left it with J., my one girl here for both sessions, to give to me. it had a card, and candy, and a gift, and very yonic looking cookies, and a funny note. like, wow. i was glowing about it all day.
i also paid my first month’s rent on the new york apartment. thanks to my first cty paycheck — well, and thanks to graduation — , i could cover it. that may not be amazing to you but it is to me. i’m growing like a beanstalk here, people. how about that.